Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

"Fred and George must have no idea that their noses will be publicly exhibited one day." Ron giggled, staring intently at the small spot above his head, just like him Harry, Hermione, and a dozen people around them were also moving.

They are standing on the empty floor, or the space in the stone basin, where the light is not very sufficient, which is close to the evening scene in the twilight.

The top of the head is not the ceiling, but the round light, which is very similar to the shape of the edge of the stone basin. At this moment, a part of the light was obscured. It was a straight bridge of the nose, as if a giant outside the house was peeping at them.

Ron said contentedly: "Guess, whose nose is this? I think it is George. Although it is not obvious, his nose is a bit crooked."

Harry grinned. They opened their mouths and laughed, this is indeed a sufficiently interesting perspective, they can still hear the voice of "weng weng", coming from far away, with an echo——

"I see There are a lot of little people, Ronnie would be best recognized, our red hair-oh!"

Everyone in the stone basin looked at one of the Weasley brothers baring fangs and brandishing claws from the air. After falling down, he turned over a dozen somersaults and fell firmly on the floor. George Weasley lifts the head, seeing his brother extending the hand with a smirk, and said to him with a teasing tone: " Your hair is also very conspicuous."

George got up immediately, patted the non-existent soil on his body, and pretended to say: "It's all to blame Fred, he pressed my head, oh, he Here comes."

Everyone lifted the head, and another person fell from a height. It was almost a repetition of George. Fred also smashed the head with a "peng" sound.

"This is all right!" George asked happily, "Harry, do you think the landing posture of the two of us is better?"

Harry tried his best to make his tone objective , He held back a smile and seriously commented: "I think it is you, but the sound of Fred hitting the ground is louder..."

The students fell one by one like dumplings, and finally Professor Haip, he landed lightly on the ground and smiled and said, "An appetizer before the big meal, I hope you have a good time."

"Next, I will show you the true formidable of this magic. power."

Following Felix's voice, he waved his hand at the same time, as described in the fairy tale book, "The sky has become dimmed, the darkness has enveloped the earth, and he can't see his fingers." Harry panicked, and his heartbeat accelerated involuntarily. He tentatively cried out: "Ron? Hermione? Professor?"

There was no response, and he couldn't even hear his own voice, panicking. , He met someone who seemed to be about to fall, and he pulled his hand up.

"Calm—"

Professor Haip’s voice said: "This is a magic fog, which can block ordinary natural light and sound. Generally speaking, experienced people will choose to stay away from this. Block area, because you don’t know what you will encounter. But if you are already deep in it, you can use some special magic to break the fog, such as the lighting technique I taught you."

He reads the magic text. The syllables, the rays of light converge in his hand, one after another, the light pierced the darkness and brought light, but the straight and bright light and the darkness were entangled with each other, no one could help, Harry thought of a scene in the night The flashlight beam penetrates the darkness.

It’s just that the professor may have countless smaller flashlights...

At the same time, Harry also saw who the people around him are, only one Second Year student, "Oh, Ginny, are you okay?"

Ginny's face is as red as her hair, "No, no, nothing!"

Felix said, "This is the magic of Initial Mastery The performance is also my minimum requirement for you-you can control it stably without letting it extract your magic power, and also maintain a basic shape. It looks like a big light bulb."

"After you are proficient, I mean that if you have enough control, you can change the magic shape at will according to your own mind, such as the light ball——"

He extends the Hand, holding a milk-white ball of light, with a little warm and bright yellow in the magic mist, people can't help feeling at ease. The rays of light got brighter, and Harry saw the shadowy other people.

"Or the appearance of an animal—"

A luminous owl flapped its wings and photographed their faces indeterminately. Harry suddenly thought of his Hedwig, but down In a second, it became an eagle and various unknown birds of prey.

"Or, it’s just the simplest light beam—"

As Felix said, the ape-eating eagle in his hand rushed to the sky, dragging out a long, bright The vertical trajectory, in the end, it really becomes a beam of light.

"These patterns can be used for your private practice to help you develop your familiarity with this magic. After that, you can inject magic power at will to strengthen the formidable power and scope of magic."

The thin beam of light on the wrist seemed to untie the restraints, and expanded rapidly, one foot, two feet, ten feet, twenty feet...the beam of light continued to stretch, engulfing them, and the magic mist of the entire space was broken. , The sky becomes bright and dignified.

Felix puts away the magic, "Then, next—I will give you one-on-one guidance."

Everyone stared at the professor, they couldn’t figure it out. The meaning of the words, one-on-one, is one by one going up to receive guidance? Harry and the three had a faint guess, maybe the professor had prepared in advance, just like the professor Haip made up of memories in the untitled book.

They are half right.

Hermione suddenly covered her mouth, her eyes widened, and the others were shocked. The second head appeared from Professor Haip’s neck. Soon, his chest split into two. , As if there are two professors overlapping each other.

In the weird eyes of everyone, the second complete "Professor Haip" walked out of Felix. This Professor Haip lit a name: "Malfoy, come with me."

Draco walked up to the two professors completely mechanically. He looked left and looked at him. He couldn't tell who was true and who was false. But soon, something that surprised him even more happened. The third "Professor Haip" appeared, and he turned wand casually, "Well, it's you, Diggory."

Cedric followed him away with a stiff expression. When he walked out of a distance, he couldn't help but look back. At that time, the fourth and fifth Haip professors had already begun to select students, and he finally understood what one-on-one guidance meant.

It's really one-on-one!

"Jeffrey——"

"Percy ·Weasley——"

"Miss Greengrass——"

One by one, the members of the Magic Club were taken away by Haip professors. Everyone had a blank expression on their faces. Harry could understand them very well. Even after the baptism of unknown books, he was still shocked.

He found that Professor Haip never hesitated to show them the magic of magic and use it in every aspect of life and teaching. Magic has become a part of the professor.

"You seem to have something to tell me, Harry?"

Harry opened his mouth. He thought of Professor Trelawny's abnormal state during the exam. According to his thoughts, either Trelawny has a hidden illness that no one knows, or she really made a prediction.

He had always thought Divination Professor was a liar, but since the attack on the Dementor Bridge that night, he didn't think so.

"What you worry about will happen in April."

That's right! This sentence was not addressed to someone, but to the four people present at the time, Ron, Hermione, Professor Haip and Harry himself!

Ron has always been looking forward to his pet mouse, hoping that it will come back one day-not as a dark wizard or Pettigrew Peter, but as an inconspicuous companion who has been with him for more than two years Mouse Scabbers, but his worries are undoubtedly come true;

Hermione has always worried about them being attacked, which is one of the reasons why she actively organizes duel self-study groups. As a result, the attack really happened. If Sirius hadn't appeared suddenly, they might have been kidnapped by Pettigrew Peter, no, only himself, and the fate of Hermione and Ron can be imagined;

Professor Haip ? One of his respected elders passed away that day, and this is what Hermione told him;

As for himself, he worries more—worries Ron and Hermione worries. , And when he met Sirius, he began to worry that he was not worthy of such a beautiful home. As a result, an accident happened midway...

When Harry told Ron and Hermione about this speculation, they It was too surprised.

"Harry, this is just a coincidence!" After the shock, Hermione said proudly.

"Maybe, maybe it's true, the old dragonfly in Trelawny is really a bit of ability, Hermione, haven't you said that her ancestor has a real innate talent for divination?" Ron said suspiciously.

Privately, he nicknamed the professor he didn’t like. Snape was a greasy old bat. Trelawny was called because he liked dressed up as God, playing the Devil, and wore a pair of Insect glasses. Being an old dragonfly...

The reactions of the two good friends were completely opposite, making Harry's attitude swaying from side to side. Until the exam, Harry was the last one to walk out of the classroom and return the crystal ball that fell on the ground to Trelawny. Rolling her eyes and stiffly leaning on the armchair, she said something unfathomable mystery, her voice seemed to be ill, as if she had been sharpened hard by a file, hoarse and weird——

" Changes unseen in a thousand years...Legendary drama is staged from here...Woo-the clown returns on the drums, the warrior is ready to go, the lion is old, fire bird Nirvana...time! Time!"

Harry was stunned. When he was thinking about asking someone to come and help, Professor Trelawny's head dropped to his chest, she was snorted, and then, suddenly, her head popped up again, standing like everyone else. .

"Sorry, dear child," she said as if in a dream, "it was too hot during the day, you know—I fell asleep for a while..."

Harry is still Standing on the ground, dumbfounded.

Trelawny glanced at Harry in surprise, as if he had done something strange.

"What are you thinking, child?"

...

"What are you thinking, Harry?" Felix asked.

"No, nothing," Harry froze for a moment, and came back to his senses: "I want to ask, is the stone basin also the principle of the untitled book?"

"Almost, "Felix said, "But it's not so much an untitled book, it's a combination of a responsive house and a meditation basin." He blinked, "I got a gift from two elders."